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I sit on the lawn chair feeling down again. I can hear Katie, my three year old sister, playing in the leaves. She ran over to me.
"Sissy, come jump in the weaves wif me." Her bright green eyes glowed in excitement. Her bleach blonde hair curled in every direction. Her smile always warmed my heart, she was the only reason I kept going sometimes and that was because she needed me. She had no clue how much I needed her.
"Not now sweetie, I have to get you to the babysitters, and I have to go to work."
"But, I wanna stay wif you."
"I am going to pick you up late tonight and you are staying with me again tonight." No she does not live with me. My mother 'will not allow it'. I have never liked my mother and never will. She is simply not high on my list. In my opinion she is a drug dealing slut or call girl. Whatever you feel like calling her is fine by me. I left when I was 16 and have lived on my own for four years now. I moved in with my friend Annie into this three bedroom, two bath house. The rent was cheap because Annie was dating the guys son. She gave Katie one room because I keep her about two to three weeks total out of every month while mom is out on a 'business trip'.
"YAY" She squealed
We went inside and she ran to her room as I went to put on my bar tending uniform. I took a quick look in the mirror my dark blonde, curly hair in a ponytail. My size four waist and ghetto ass, that's what Annie calls it, looks pretty kick ass in the short shorts. But, the top is really what brought the guys to the bar. It is a white button up shirt that was missing the first four or so buttons; this brought out my C cup size a little too much. But, the boss says 'it brings in costumers, deal!'
A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts and into the present. I looked at my watch shit I was going to be late again. Shit, I ran to the front door. I opened it without looking before. It was Dave shit, fuck, shit, Dave is my ex-boyfriend. I really don't want to get into it right now. I looked at him with hate; he was the one person in this whole world I hated more than my mother.
"Dave get the fuck away from me. I left you, and it's never going to happen, I'm not coming back to you. Now, I have to go or I'm going to be late for work."
"Come on, baby." He used that southern deep bas voice that at one time made me melt. Now that I knew the real him it just did not work.
"Um, yeah can we do this later? I have work." I told him without interest. "Katie, sweetie it's time to go!" I yelled. She ran into my arms and we both ignored him. She knew the drill. Just don't talk to him. We left him standing there in my front yard.
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I dropped Katie off at the babysitter, and then headed to work. I walked in the back door and went to the back room to put my purse away.
"Hey Missy." That velvety voice sent a shiver down my spine. I took a breath to calm myself and turned around.
"Well, Hi Jace." I gave him one of my award winning smiles; then turned to hang up my purse. "How's Katie doing?" I have never seen anyone love Katie more than me until I meet Jace. That is just one of the reasons I had a soft spot for him. I looked him in the eyes and gave him a small smile telling him thanks for caring. He smiled back knowing what I was thinking. I broke the silence "She is great; she stayed with me last night and she is staying with me again tonight."
He opened his mouth to say something when the door slammed open. I glanced up to see that it was, Ben. Great he was such a womanizing ass, but with his surfer body, deep blue eyes, and blond hair he was really easy on the eyes.
"Well, Hi Missy." He looked me up and down not even knowing Jace was standing right beside me. When he passed he slapped my ass.
"If you don't fucking stop touching me I swear." I spat at him but there was really nothing I could do. In my past three years of working here I have come so close to getting fired about 5 or so odd times, and it is all because I fought back. Ben laughed at me and left the room.
Jace came over and hugged me. I melted a little as he hugged me; he always knew what I needed. I pulled away and gave him a grin saying thanks. He really was the image of perfection. His almost black hair was spiked down over to the side of his face. His dark hair and tan skin brought out his sky blue eyes. His black work shirt was just tight enough that his biceps and chest muscles showed how ripped he was. He stood about three inches higher than my five feet five inches. He looked somewhat like Damon off of The Vampire Diaries.
I pulled myself away "What where you going to say?" I asked trying to sound like the closeness of our bodies did not affect me.
"Don't worry about him. I'll take care of it this time. I don't need this job." That was not the answer to my question but it sure did shock me. I looked him over, his jaw and fists clenched; anger was shining in his eyes.
"NO" I shouted in horror. If he got fired then what would I do to get my mind off of my life? His face curved into a questioning look. "You can't. If you get fired then who is going to help me when he does it again and again?" I smiled shyly.
His face softened and I knew he understood. Jace had helped me through some of the hardest times in my life; I did not have to tell him I needed him, but he still knew I did.
"Okay Fine, you win. Now let's get to work." He sighed and we walked out of the back room together.
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The Art of HopeGeneral Fiction
Missy has not had an easy life. Moved out when she was only 16 years old. For the past 4 years she has lived with her friend Annie and taken care of her younger sister. Her mother (a druggie and drunk) pushes her to every limit. Not only is her moth...